by Martin Anton Smith
For some people Life is like a *chisel*, they slice through life easily;
A large minority of others are like a *hammer* – they nail people down without a care;
Most Others are the *nail* – forever being hammered no matter what;
A mighty few are like the *level* – they know how to orient themselves perfectly at all times;
Some curmudgeonly types are like sandpaper – their personalities have become rather abrasive.
Even fewer wags are like the *pencil* 
, for they write about various *tools* in the world.
And in summary, I’d say it’s fair to say this:
The best engage in Carpentry – they are the builders, & the rest?
They do the reverse.
And please forgive me if I furtively suggest that we coin these people simply as…
“The Crapenters”.
A conversation between two friends might go like this.
“Hi Bob, I’m thinking of lending our mate Steve a Grand – is that wise?”
“Gidday Simon, no I wouldn’t do that – Steve’s a *Crapenter*.”
“Oh thankyou Bob!, say no more!”.
Of course, it will be only the grains of the hourglass will tell us all,
If this *Crapenters* idea gains a foothold in the general lexicon.
Call me a Woodrow Wilson-esque dreamy cloud-headed idealist,
But I reckon it’ll eventually catch on.
But not untill the year 2055.
For by then surely the AI-General-Intelligence-Robots will be a laugh-a-minute,
Much to the chagrin, of their pinkish & hairy subordinates wearing loincloth.
Anton Martin Smith Writer 